Author's Note: Hi! This is going to be a Fenrir/Hermione fic. I might not keep this...its too soon to tell. R&R please. In this chapter though, its harry/hermione.
"Hermione, you have to run!" Harry screamed as we ran through the Forbidden forest. I could hear the breaking of branches behind us as Harry oushed his way through the dense forest. The cold air chilled my body as it whipped around me. Everything was a blur, the images swirled into a clash of blacks and greys.
"I'm running as fast as I can." I hissed glancing back at him. "So sod off." I could almost hear him roll his eyes. A sigh escaped my lips as I realized that we were probably far away from the Death Eaters by now. I stopped at a large Cyprus tree and tried to catch my breath. My lungs felt like they were on fire...wow, I'm out of shape.
"Come on," he urged taking my hand into his. His warmth spread through my fingers making them tingle. "We can't let them find us...we are badly outnumbered." I glanced around us and glared back at him.
"Harry, please." I stated walking towards him. "We are alone...nobody is going to find us." I felt him cup my face in his hands and smiled.
"I don't think I could bare it if anything happened to you, 'Mione." he muttered softly. His forehead connected with mine. "You don't know how much you mean to me." I cupped his hands with mine.
"Harry, nothing is going to happen to me." I muttered. I could feel his hot breath on my spin. He could feel my shivers even though I tried to hid it.
"Here, take my jacket." Harry insisted putting it around my shoulders. I tried to protest, but he shook his head. "No, you need it...I can't let you get sick." I rolled my eyes at his selflessness. A sharp crack echoed through the air making me stop in my tracks.
"What was that?" he asked grabbing my hand. A howl answered the question making my heart stop.
"Oh my god," I muttered. Everything began to spin slowly.
"What is it?" he asked making me look at him.
"Werewolf," I answered. "and its close." I could feel his drag me in the opposite direction of the sound.
"We got to get out of here." I heard him mutter under his breath.
"I'm afraid, that's not possible." a familiar voice answered as I coughed back a scream. Standing in the middle of the pathway was Lucius Malfoy. I watched as Harry and Lucius pulled their wands out in perfect rhythm. I grabbed my wand out unnoticed as they continued to stare at each other. I observed Lucius unnoticed. The platinum blonde hair that defined a Malfoy was blowing in the cold, winter wind. He had the perfect stance of a villian. Everything about him screamed RUN! I scowled as a smirk appeared on his face.
"What nothing to say?" he asked glancing from Harry to me.
"Get out of my way, Malfoy." Harry spat pushing me behind him. A sharp crack echoed through the air making me glance back for a mere second. Somebody was here. It's a trap.
"Harry, let's just apparate." I muttered in his ear. "This is a trap." He shook his head slightly. He thought he could win this stand-off if it occured. As plans ran through my head, pain ran through my body as a heavy object hit my head. Darkness overcame me as my body went limp with pain.